For All the Sad Clowns by Antony Owen

The scariest clowns I ever saw
had faces of children in masks made by war
the rock-a-by-babies in cribs of a sea-shore.

The scariest clowns I ever heard
were men of parliament but not of their word
who vanished like magic tricks when truths became blurred.

Let me tell you of the saddest clown
they are pink balloons of flesh as children drown
who claimed the blue empire till it claimed them down.

The scariest clowns I ever saw
had faces of children in masks made of war
who sleep on restless sea beds as shells forevermore.

The saddest clown that ever chased us
hash-tagged and mourned as they faced us
we shared their deaths as their lives had displaced us.

The saddest audience I ever saw
wept for the clowns as they pour and they pour
trapezing from fourth worlds to the blue empires floor.

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